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Stand His Ground
Getting arrested wasn't the best plan in the world.
It was very not good as plans went, but not the first time Frenchie had pulled something like this. Though, it had been some time.
Plus, the police didn't know about the life of crime, because as far as they knew Frenchie hadn't lived it. Not in this life.
That said, things were really not going well during questioning. They were trying to get him to confess to every crime under the sun. Frenchie was on the verge of giving the experiment up as a bad thing when a Fed, and Frenchie had met enough of them to know one, came into the room. "Officer, come with me."
The officer grumbled, "I'm in the middle of questioning a suspect."
"Officer, you will come with me." The fed took the police officer away.
Frenchie rattled his chains a bit. Decided that this wasn't the best use of his time, and picked the lock. Really these small town cops had no idea how to handle an experienced criminal.
The police station was swarming with Feds, who were arresting every cop in sight. Frenchie even saw them arresting the chief of police on a whole laundry list of charges.
Frenchie made it halfway out the door, when he ran into the former child star. He grinned at her. "Zheng, a pleasure to see you here."
She smiled brightly at him. "Hey there. I never did catch your name."
"Frenchie." Frenchie looked around. "So, what is going on?"
"A lot of arrests. Justice being served." Zheng smiled with all the benevolent happiness of someone who'd pulled a lot of threads together. "I needed to make them pay for something they'd done." She looked around at the cops being led out of the building in handcuffs. "Now they've paid."
Frenchie blinked at her. He felt something burning hot on his shoulder. It wasn't unpleasant. It felt like a weight was lifted. Like something that had been tangling him up was gone. He wondered if that was the feeling of his father's family curse burning away, but since there was no way for Zheng to answer that, Frenchie didn't ask. He certainly hoped that his life going forward with have less death in it so he didn't find out.
He went to his flat, only to find Wee John rummaging under the sink.
Frenchie dropped his keys in the bowl to let Wee John know he was there.
Wee John looked at Frenchie as if he was the best thing since sunshine. "I thought you were in jail."
Frenchie came closer. "I got out." They could go into details later. Wee John burst into tears, which set Frenchie off.
"Hey, there, it's fine. I'm fine." Frenchie came even closer. They hugged and held on for dear life. Eventually, they'd let go.
But only to begin living the rest of their lives together. A good life and one that Frenchie fully intended to go on living.
- Fate talking here. There are other paths Frenchie could have gone on. Other fates, but this is the end of this one.